Raw

Your mistakes drip out of your eyes as tears,
your sorrows and joys escape the same way.
Clean, delicate.

Mine gush from my wounds as blood,
Messy and unsightly.

You come to me with wet cheeks,
I dry them and pray you
Don’t see the blood stains.

You tell me you love me and I believe you,
I say it back and I don’t believe myself.

Now I am a liar and you are still pure,
You’re pretty when you cry and I scream when I bleed.
My throat is raw, you are untouched.